Chapter 2055: Knight's Horror Night (Thirty-Nine)

Jason, who grew up at the bottom of Gotham, has never been afraid of blood and violence. When he returned as the Arkham Knight, he had already thrown away all moral burdens.

Not only is he not afraid of killing, he also doesn't care about dismembering the body. As long as the criminal can pay the price, he dares to use any bloody method.

But cutting open a living person is completely different.

Especially when the other person is conscious and can feel pain, cutting open their skin, removing their bones, and reaching into the internal organs to touch the deepest part of a person is an unparalleled impact.

Jason clearly saw the clown's smile froze on his face, and he actually showed a painful expression like a normal person.

There's more to this than blood, Jason thought.

But the first time, he didn't understand what the impact came from, but he soon had more opportunities, because he discovered that even if his surgical skills were extremely bad, the finishing work was still done by Schiller's gang. What he accomplished, the clown did not die.

He is still alive and his lost organs are growing back.

Before Jason had time to lament the emergence of a medical miracle, the second organ removal came again. Jason was still the surgeon, with Schiller assisting.

Jason was finally more stable this time. At least he could focus on the incision instead of the clown's face, and his hands wouldn't shake when he touched those hot organs.

So Schiller began his teaching.

Of course, it is a serious teaching of surgical techniques, but it does not involve too much difficult knowledge. It only roughly points out the location and technique of operating the knife.

But the weird feeling in Jason's heart became stronger and stronger.

Then a third time, a fourth time, and again and again, each time removing only a small portion of the organs and recording how quickly they grow back.

The clown was laughing and screaming.

Jason had no sympathy, but the weird feeling in his heart kept him on the edge of emotional collapse.

Then there were countless times when Jason felt that the organs he had cut off could be assembled into complete human internal organs. Schiller continued to guide him intermittently, and the clown's reaction became increasingly louder.

Finally, Schiller asked Jason to dig out the Joker's eyeballs.

"First, a knife is made under the brow bone and a part of the eyelid is removed. Usually we don't do this in eyeball removal surgery, but now there is obviously no need to consider aesthetics."

"Then hold your hand here and press down hard..."

Schiller's voice lingered in Jason's ear, and a sharp, blood-stained scalpel hung over the clown's eyeball.

One hand held down the back of Jason's hand and put the tip of the knife against the dark pupil. Jason knew that if he applied even a little force, the scalpel would definitely penetrate his eyeball.

The clown was not anesthetized and his eyelids were removed. He had to witness all this with his eyes open.

Jason's hand began to tremble crazily, and a kind of panic engulfed him. At the moment of cutting, he finally realized the source of the strange feeling.

From beginning to end, Schiller never regarded the clown on the operating table as a person.

Schiller didn't react at all to the pain shown by the people on the experimental table. Jason didn't feel the factor of deliberate ignorance. Schiller simply couldn't feel all his pain.

It was as if it was not his kind, not a living person, just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Breaking the moral bottom line allows Jason to face blood and death, but Schiller is not bloody, he is a bit anti-human.

"Don't worry, Jason." Schiller looked at Jason across the sofa with a smile and said, "Eat something, you need to replenish your strength."

Jason trembled slightly. He didn't know if this was Schiller's hint that he might have to lie on the operating table and lose a lot of blood and energy.

He remembered Schiller saying "Either I cut him open, or I cut you open."

Jason ultimately didn't gouge out the Joker's eyeballs.

He really didn't dare to do it. He found that he couldn't do it, even if it was a clown, even if his eyeballs would grow back.

But he really couldn't find any reason to use such a gesture to bring such pain to others, so he backed down.

Jason is usually not a person who pays much attention to rules and is not afraid of threats from others, because he always does what he says and has the ability to make the other party unable to realize their threats.

But now, he has neither.

Jason found himself in the lair. The person in front of him was not a person at all, but a monster.

"Well, it seems that this is not to your taste." Schiller stood up, buttoned his suit, and said to Jason: "Come here, let's continue."

Jason found himself doing just that.

Of course, he could choose to attack Schiller with violence. This was not without a chance of winning, and he also thought of this method.

But the biggest reason why he didn't dare to take action was that he couldn't accept the consequences of failure.

At that point, death will truly become a gift.

The Joker made Jason hate Batman for not coming to save him, and Schiller made Jason unsure that he could persist until Batman came to save him, and made Jason feel that even if Batman came to save him, it would be meaningless.

Jason followed Schiller back to the basement, where he found that the clown had been placed on another operating table.

He suddenly became nervous and couldn't help but think about, who is the vacant operating table for?

Unexpectedly, Schiller did not stand in front of the operating table. Instead, he stopped and turned around to look back at Jason. His focused gaze made Jason look like a frog shrouded in the light of a flashlight.

"Jason, now I have a request, I hope you can do your best, okay?" Schiller stepped forward and looked into Jason's eyes.

Jason did not answer, and Schiller said to himself: "I hope you can lie on the operating table and stay as calm as possible." Jason's eyes finally showed despair, and he felt a warm current gathering in his chest.

"Go, Jason." Schiller reached out and held Jason's arm.

But until this desperate situation, there was still no trace of anger to fight to the death. He even lost the courage to die, leaving only an indescribable numbness and sadness.

Jason followed Schiller step by step to the operating table, lay on his side, and put his feet flat on the table.

At this moment, his mind was blank.

No fear, no anxiety, no pain, Jason really thought of nothing for the first time, completely emptied his mind, and handed over all the control to others.

Schiller picked up the scalpel.

Jason still wasn't scared. He couldn't even think about what would happen next. It was as if he had suddenly become a creature without a brain, with a blank mind and memory.

Schiller's hand pressed on Jason's eyes, allowing him to close his eyelids smoothly. When the cold dripped on his eyelids, he heard Schiller say, "Jason, how do you feel?"

"Jason... Jason..."

Schiller's call failed to pull Jason back to his thoughts. His mind was still blank and he didn't think about anything.

Then there was the shaking of fingers in front of his eyes, the direct light, a slight pain in his arm, and a sore knee from being knocked.

Jason couldn't come back to his senses at all. He fell into an extreme state of nothingness.

After an unknown amount of time, Jason felt a pair of strong hands grab his arms, then supported his back, and made him sit up from the operating table, and then turned around and sat on the edge of the operating table.

When the blood was pumped to the brain again, Jason finally woke up. He turned around and saw Schiller put the scalpel back into the box.

"How do you feel?"

Jason felt relieved, but still very confused. He felt that his mind became extremely clear, his brain became active again, and some things that had been entangled with his emotions disappeared.

The world seemed to be brand new.

Schiller looked at him with a smile and said, "Have you heard of collapse therapy?"

Jason shook his head.

"Put yourself in the worst situation for a period of time, and then you can muster up the courage to face the troubled life again. It sounds simple, right?"

"But most people have not successfully used this therapy to achieve the expected therapeutic effect, or after practicing it, they found that the collapse was indeed a collapse, but the emotions were not relieved at all."

Jason leaned towards Schiller, but he knew he shouldn't do this. Reason told him that the other party was very dangerous, but he just felt that everything was under control.

He felt that he was in a very good state now.

"Many people think that the principle of this therapy is to let anxious people understand what the worst situation is like, and then they will know that the negative emotions they are facing now are nothing more than that."

"People think that when they experience the bottom, they will love the life in front of them more, but the human brain is not that simple."

"With reason, we will also think of the worst result, and understand what the consequences we may bear. If we fail the exam, we will face a darker life. If we fail to complete the work, we may become a homeless person. If we don't pay back the debt, our credit will collapse."

"We don't have the real courage to experience all this, so we make up a virtual collapse scene to deceive ourselves as if we have experienced all this, and then deceive ourselves that this is actually nothing."

"But this is actually just a superficial therapy. I It cannot be said that this is completely useless, but for people with more serious conditions, pure psychological therapy without physical treatment is useless. "

"The essence of collapse therapy is that the human brain has a built-in restart function, but the password to activate it is more complicated, and it is usually difficult to operate. "

Jason took a deep breath and even found that it was not so difficult to speak. He said: "But you succeeded. It's hard for me to describe to you how good I feel now."

"Not surprising." Schiller helped Jason off the operating table and said: "I don't mean to brag, but among the people you know, I am afraid that only I can do it. "

"How did you do it?" Jason touched his upper body with doubts. At this time, his senses seemed to be washed again, clear and bright like freshly wiped glass.

"It's difficult, Jason, I've said it before, and for other psychiatrists, the most difficult thing is that you have to completely defeat a person before you can force the brain to rebuild his spirit."

"Is it against professional ethics?"

"Always." Schiller nodded and said, "And it requires the patient's own mental state to be extremely unstable, away from all familiar environments, in a completely closed space, accepting torture that can be called mental abuse, until the spirit is completely exhausted."

Jason remembered the feeling of his brain being blank.

At that time, he couldn't think of anything, couldn't do anything, except feeling his own existence, there was nothing in his brain, he really felt exhausted.

"The Joker deserves a lot of credit." Schiller said, "The torture of that year, the shock of the previous night, and the various emotional tugs we had afterwards, barely allowed you to restart."

"I have to say, Jason, your strength and determination are beyond my imagination. I thought you would achieve the ideal effect after your first surgery."

Just as Jason was about to sneer and say that he was not so fragile, he heard Schiller say with a smile.

"Fortunately, you restarted in time. I was just thinking about how to explain to Batman that your eyeballs were missing."

Jason really wanted to see Batman now.